Best Dryly Poems

Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,          ...

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Somewhere past the fallen limbs
Of old tangled oaks and elm
Breaking silence as lighting dims
Rushing whispers split the realm

Mocking silence with a hush 
It slicks the...

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Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments, 
Tearing and hurling insult upon insult
In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me,
And...

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The last Night of October

It's that time, again, the last night of October, 
the last glow of twilight nearly gone.
Children race out and about,
winding through...

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An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This...

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As we waited for Venus to 
Cross the face of the Sun

People from all over the township
Came together like in the days
When nature was the...

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My favorite radio show
is Wait...Wait, Don't Tell Me!
on NPR near you.

But, it has bothered me,
over the years,
a snagging voice in sign-off background,
threatening the host will...

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a gray squirrel just hopped by
and hardly left a track
On snow that's covered  ground for weeks
Or is it months I rack
Upon a well filled...

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Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger’s cave.
Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end.
They in the din o’ drizzle laugh, licking...

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her eyes invest in me the truths of her fragile heart
she wished to know happiness and freedom once more
she leaned gently against the window frame
her...

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The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.

The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.

The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading...

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I was grasped by the soulless of the dark.  Forever pitted and plagued by the weight of the world.
I’ve tried…I’ve tried my whole life...

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We are creatures of the Night,
imprisoned, dreaming, in the Day
yielding to the murderous light
trapped within our cell we stay
crying out we scream in fear,
sobbing dryly,...

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He was a strange character, that one, at times speaking only in prose.
I still don’t fully comprehend the intensity of his persona,
But I predict that...

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She was Shreveport sitting on the front porch
that warm February Louisiana evening
When the cold, shrill code blue    siren news
slowly,   solemnly...

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